tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207889582024-03-07T21:11:55.603-05:00Maritime Fun with Cap'n GuthrieNow having sailed SIX! of the Seven Seas.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-17349963303815990192008-02-12T16:14:00.000-05:002008-02-12T16:32:02.903-05:00Slip slip slippin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnODhvDeDjX5hFCaHrWa3Kkw_xtxtX_Z8RJmyrwhupYQeTgWPoOLz7afvLdhSu7SsAKl0w1Snpm2P16be3cuPgGEeZzq_b2BMy9q6RLGbtamvUpYafDfI4WhyTAOPmK0jUKyyWRg/s1600-h/roots.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnODhvDeDjX5hFCaHrWa3Kkw_xtxtX_Z8RJmyrwhupYQeTgWPoOLz7afvLdhSu7SsAKl0w1Snpm2P16be3cuPgGEeZzq_b2BMy9q6RLGbtamvUpYafDfI4WhyTAOPmK0jUKyyWRg/s320/roots.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166209647400927794" /></a><br /><br /><br />Alas a distant malaise has come over me today, my day off. I say distant because it is hard to perceive, like looking through the back end of binoculars, and hard to punctuate and hard to locate. I feel it humming away spinning inside of me like a dark crystal of spinning energy and blue whorls and wisps, heart shaped, pulmonary, veined and arteried. Perhaps because snow falls from artery clouds today. <br /><br />I've waited so long for this white ground and flakey footprints and brown sludge streams coupling and running along the gutters in fine swishing fastness. Unfortunately, my ass has planted itself, literally, down on my couch (pale eggshell colored ass-roots twine down in between couch cushions and grasp quarters, bread twisty-ties, indiscernible red plastic pieces, dog hair, human skulls, fingernails, toenails, skyscrapers, buttons, hopes, dreams, knock-knock jokes, actual shit, coffee grounds, fake rubber vomit, female condoms, scurvy, and other such effluvium). I cannot get up from this dark prison set aside for me by myself. <br /><br />Wait a minute. Yes I can. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/91304422/06_Straighten_It_Out.m4a.html">Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Straighten it Out</a>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-26443823434844796812008-02-10T20:49:00.000-05:002008-02-10T21:03:28.344-05:00Pinch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZMlGkfGzjtNqcp86B1Bj9Y-8V-2LRXr2iVw6Wu6wkrUMZAPLMDF14m-Kh4uVrC4A2X4MU3Xr-lHGEDHRZKNVDsEwJ2mfjnl762XGqQw5VUR9aEGeGIjq4ahnMa9LcveoWf06Sg/s1600-h/Quick_Frozen_Young_Okra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZMlGkfGzjtNqcp86B1Bj9Y-8V-2LRXr2iVw6Wu6wkrUMZAPLMDF14m-Kh4uVrC4A2X4MU3Xr-lHGEDHRZKNVDsEwJ2mfjnl762XGqQw5VUR9aEGeGIjq4ahnMa9LcveoWf06Sg/s320/Quick_Frozen_Young_Okra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165537399119757858" /></a><br /><br /><br />What are these empty fields of sound that stretch off into the distance as if they were spitting into the eye of the horizon, speckled with tiny tumbling bushes that are prickly to the touch but soft puffs of incognizible motion to the distance? What is this screaming sky that is coming down out of the blue and whites and passing in black spots on the ground? <br /><br />I have seen the globe so far past my eyes perception, far beyond my presence. I have seen so much farther than any details in the crunching soot at my feet or the air dripping with dryness clenching at my throat and I have taken too much time drifting away from myself through this tiny bright window that I now type through at to you. There are pictures here. and sounds. <br /><br />and off farther away I see the distant tables, thats mesa to <span style="font-style:italic;">you</span> sir, and they sound like strangling bending air that squelches between beats like jelly mushing out from the inside of a bad sandwich. and I hear notes and sounds that tumble down cogs and cogs of a machine. <br /><br />It is a contraption in the desert, a turned vehicle that flipped somehow, perhaps in the wind, perhaps in the somnambulance of an over-imbibed driver, perhaps placed here by a divine hand that rained them down and only the rest were crushed into sand under the weight of time and this one retained its shape and creaking guitar parts and rusted liver-spotted, pimpled rust. <br /><br />listen -> <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/90811650/01_pinch.mp3.html">Can - Pinch</a>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-29728756018655900032008-02-09T13:01:00.000-05:002008-02-09T14:03:57.255-05:00Where I've been<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjjI2duMqKxEGgCxZ5TYaDhwR-VdqW8TzKY2aRGbke8qcQPgw1WXclv7Z8LshbwjZ2RVHGzLhshs65eT9TKbGKJ-5pHfC33nA9H-WBwXnpCmMNNl01-is4Gc4V7BQZLSXBdYg8w/s1600-h/whaling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjjI2duMqKxEGgCxZ5TYaDhwR-VdqW8TzKY2aRGbke8qcQPgw1WXclv7Z8LshbwjZ2RVHGzLhshs65eT9TKbGKJ-5pHfC33nA9H-WBwXnpCmMNNl01-is4Gc4V7BQZLSXBdYg8w/s320/whaling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165048631841473042" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in" <br />I shuffle into the back of the blogosphere, collar up as if splayed across a neighborhood watch sign, and sit down. Wooden foldout screeching a protest and shifting slightly to the right as I sit on empty air and crash to the floor causing a disturbance that draws no eyes from the empty room. <br /><br />"Maybe you should've written or something before taking off."<br /><br />"Are you mad?" I ask <br /><br />"Not really, I've dealt with abandonment in the past." cleaning a mug. <br /><br />I don't really want to talk about it. This is too hard so I'm going to take it easy, maybe kick my feet up. You see: I've been breathing the salty sea air on whaling missions and traveling across the globe in hot air balloons. and if I haven't been doing that then I certainly have been treking, somnambulant, across the vast landscapes of music and writing. Consuming. Consuming more than one might ever have thought possible. You, blog, are my bucket. It's about time to purge myself of this, this, this what? <br /><br />This great corpulence. My belly has grown and I have popped through to the other side of my taste like pushing a finger through an opaque plastic trashbag. I find myself gravitating to the thick sounds of Jazz and funk and hip-hop and Kraut more than I find myself gravitating to the corpuscles of indie-pop that so many blogs have smitten themselves with, like licking the barnacles on the bottom of a ship. Why? Why? <br /><br />It boggles me to jumbles. <br /><br />I will share with you. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/90470344/01_The_Creator_Has_A_Master_Plan.m4a.html">Pharoah Sanders - The Creator Has A Master Plan</a>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-81334362734770610132007-07-19T11:41:00.000-04:002007-07-19T14:36:22.325-04:00Corporeal Punishment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wuY3JKW6UVNCWwJNIUuWIMzHqOa6sT6kfdRPAH0LG6n4ehPf89_c6mASbalAgTalqzMTvDGedAko-tWZj75D13eLHKJ-E8gEENGKNSQYwYsq4m2rSlr-pd_Fo4FIshAFS_XMfQ/s1600-h/seaboat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wuY3JKW6UVNCWwJNIUuWIMzHqOa6sT6kfdRPAH0LG6n4ehPf89_c6mASbalAgTalqzMTvDGedAko-tWZj75D13eLHKJ-E8gEENGKNSQYwYsq4m2rSlr-pd_Fo4FIshAFS_XMfQ/s320/seaboat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088953366208309602" /></a><br /><br />I know I've left you stranded before, left you wallowing in deep swampy pools of the dimmest water without a wooden plank to helplessly grasp. or even half of a bright orange life-vest. I was off gallivanting with prostitutes and steamy wads of cash ejected from offshore slot machines on open-water steamboats, I apologize. I do indeed enjoy writing for you my crew, or maybe this is just writing for me. <br /><br />Some days when I wake up to consume my black morning sludgewater I think of you and I think of me and I think of the sea-green waters that have yet to be traversed by us and I get excited at the prospect. Other days I wake up with crustacean eyes and a barnacled demeanor, I stare up at the timber ceiling in my room. Suddenly I bust in to my own cabin with a group of sweaty, grimacing, tattooed strongarms clutching thick coils of thick rope with their sweaty, meaty paws. I've come to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keel_haul">keelhaul</a> myself. <br /><br />I can't tell you how difficult it is to play the role of punisher and punished simultaneously, to be the one standing shipside of the plank with a scimitar: <br /><br />"Ye broke the cardinal rule of music blogging: not hosting yer own MP3's. Whats worse, ye been using Badongo, putfile and (Spits on the deck) RAPIDSHARE?" and then quickly jump to the oceanside of the plank to play the tattered me in tattered sackcloth, hands tied with shaggy, cutting searope: <br /><br />"No no... I swear! I'm getting to it... I'll start hosting as soon as I can, I swear" <br /><br />I jump back boatside and eye myself squinteyed for a second, my posse of gnarled sailors behind me, reething their muscles and waiting for me to try and escape so they can exact their flogs against my sallow back. <br /><br />"so ye been sayin' for a fornight now and I haven't seen anything. And ye been slackin on the posting m'boy, you know what that calls fer!" <br /><br />"I know I know, please, please don't do this! not again!" <br /><br />I readjust my captain's tricorner, sheath my curved blade, saunter out to the end of the plank next to bearded me and stare darkly into my eyes and then pinch my cheeks and say:<br /><br />"too late ye scurvy dog, say 'ello to Davy Jones!" <br /><br />))kick(( <br /><br />Under the boat it's quite peaceful. Everytime I plunge, Buddy Holly plays for some inexplicable reason. <br /><br /><a href="http://media.putfile.com/Buddy-Holly---True-Love-Ways">Buddy Holly - True Love Ways </a><br /><br />The ropes cut deep into my hands as the bottomside of the boat, splintered and be-barnacled, rasps along my face and stomach and legs drawing blood that in turn draws the sharp toothed harps and pianos. These sea creatures live for chum like me, they pluck along behind me and lick their lips. They are slow moving creatures though, often being drawn astray by schools of violins, bottom feeders, following boats for scraps of resin: dropped overboard. The strings converge and scatter as I skitter along the sharp base of the boat. <br /><br />I ignore these hyenas, mere scavengers, it is the blood-thirsty saxophone I worry about. Traveling alone, these creatures can swim faster than seven deckhands can pull, and typically, I'm pulling myself alone so any sign of the sax could be certain death. I've heard stories of keelhauling ropes suddenly going slack and waters turning chunky and crimson. Everyone present at those fishy feasts said they heard the faint glimmerings of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Desmond">Paul Desmond</a>, of Take Five. I shudder to think even now of the jaw gnashing fates of those men and women. <br /><br />So far I've come up on the other side, blue cheeked, lacerated and bloody, coughing up saltwater, but I've survived. I welcome myself back to the boat, slap myself (painfully) on the back and hand myself a hot cup of joe. <br /><br />"ye lived through it again meboy, now hurry up and get that MP3 hosting" <br /><br />__________________________<br /><br />Check out my new roomie's blog: <a href="http://midwesternhousewives.blogspot.com">Battle of The Midwestern Housewives</a><br /><br />Check out Sufjan doing a <a href="http://www.bam.org/events/08SUFJ/08SUFJ.aspx">performance at BAM about the BQE</a>. Apparently he will be playing old stuff and new stuff. I'd like to see it considering the live version of Majesty Snowbird is one of my new favorite musics. Are you going? <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4UsYRAeNO3M"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4UsYRAeNO3M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-55679911468225667942007-07-17T10:04:00.000-04:002007-07-17T10:49:24.347-04:00Just another creepy videoI think that, perhaps, Neil Sedaka could be one of the most brilliant men in existence in our time. Let us begin a short journey through this half-assed post wherein I try to pass off clicking around on a bunch of youtube videos and embedding them as an actually well thought out musical analysis (which I suppose you don't come here for anyway [if you're a moocher here for the mp3's just skip to the bottom!]) <br /><br />here we go:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgDZOhQbmRs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgDZOhQbmRs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> <br /><br />I've known gaydars that could pierce through thick iron walls wrought from the deepest forges at the molten center of Detroit, alas my gaydar glands withered at birth and never went through the same growth spurt as my peers. but I can still see that Sedaka is as gay as two canarys in an appletini birdbath. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdsDXgILDsg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LdsDXgILDsg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />here's the classic Breaking Up (with your boyfriend) is Hard to Do <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbad22CKlB4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbad22CKlB4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ObwALe83BU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ObwALe83BU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />watch how uncomfortable he is in this one:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqtE5DkIARg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqtE5DkIARg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Neil Sedaka with Fountains of Wayne at Joe's Pub (I was at this show, it was quite splendid). <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNY3E3gNMtA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNY3E3gNMtA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /> His genius is possibly second only to mine. The funny thing is he has been famous for so long that he has the same demeanor of a dictator who will kill one for the slightest infraction, an index finger bend, a poorly placed butt-scratch, but does it with a sadistic sense of humor as well, like instead of putting one in front of a shooting squad he confines one into a room where only reality TV is playing. I love him. Here's some downloads for those who want them: <br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3775869">Neil Sedaka - Calendar Girl</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3775887">Neil Sedaka - O, Carol</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3775897">Neil Sedaka - Come Back Jo</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3775917">Neil Sedaka - Lets Go Steady Again</a><br /><br />genius.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-53656554362707706392007-07-13T12:23:00.000-04:002007-07-13T15:18:18.780-04:00Papoose<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-PQ4cxj_ZU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-PQ4cxj_ZU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />These days, the Zeitgeist moves faster than anyone cares to remember. I remember only several years ago when the moons and stars were still aligned. Back when the curvature of spacetime had not been warped sticky, like four dimensional honey, dripping with the sheer weight of useless information; Blogs: millions upon millions of satellites orbiting that blazing ball of gas, Google. <br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sean_Bell">Sean Bell </a>was shot and killed by undercover police at his bachelor party. <a href="http://cleverbeans.blogspot.com/2006/12/50-shots.html">Papoose</a> is a rapper from Bedford Stuy in Brooklyn who wrote a song called "<a href="http://media.odeo.com/8/1/7/papoose-50-shots.mp3">50 shots</a>" about the incident. The incident was important and terrifying, but much of media has performed it's obligatory outcry and the story has fallen back back back through the pages of the newspapers. The Zeitgeist has moved on. So will I. <br /><br />The thing that fascinates me about Papoose is his penchant for disseminating information, as if his raps were political pamphlets thrown, billowing down from a rooftop. He's New York's new wiz kid, produced, with ballyhoo, like the school braniac at a spelling bee. <br /><br /> Clearly NAS is no longer New York's answer, if you were prithee to the red-light, green-light middling sounds of "Hip-Hop Is Dead." Jay-Z is merely keeping house: making sure the floo is closed in the chimbly when he leaves for a month, getting creative with the leftover Ramen noodles and spices, stealing the neighbor's wi-fi. <br /><br /> Truth be told Papoose isn't really that great, listening to him is kind of like squinting your eyes and pretending the face you drew on the paper bag is Jay-Z. He doesn't have much charisma, his voice is like a younger Jay-Z, his rhymes lose footing very quickly by backpedaling over meaning. Why is he so lucrative? Well, I suppose you could ask that same question about Kanye. Why is Kanye so lucrative? Kanye's lyrics are frequently god-awful (have you heard <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvTAt20eedU">the new one</a>? we won't talk about the identity politics of "You could be my black Kate Moss tonight" or the even stranger identity politics implicit in positioning himself as the post-apocalypse God-child Tetsuo in 'Akira') but he's a fantastic composer of beats. <br /><br /> What is appealing about Papoose to Jive that he would be worth 1.5 mil? well, aside from the fact that he already has major draw (see his mix tapes: Busta, Nas, Mary J Blige, Swizz Beats, Just Blaze) in the NYC area, he has garnered much acclaim more because of his ideas than his words, very much like Kanye (and R Kelly's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUVLNghzLtI">wily ego</a>). 50 Shots was pretty widely accepted as being a return to the New York<a href="http://www.prefixmag.com/features/P/papoose/502">politcal consciousness</a> <a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/blogs/statusainthood/archives/2006/11/papooses_respon.php">form</a> that <a href="http://www.prefixmag.com/features/G/Ghostface/339">Ghostface</a> said was dead after Amadou Diallo was shot in 1999. ("I knew New York was wack when they shot my man Amadou Diallo forty-one fucking times and ain't nobody stand up. But if that shit happen in L.A. somewhere, they would have went to bat for Amadou Diallo. It would have been hell. Stores getting burnt the fuck up. New York don't stand for nothing.") Its a return to "The Message" that Grandmaster Flash made popular so many years ago during Hip-Hop's honeymoon period at the Roxy in NYC. <br /><br />case in point: <br /><br />Recently I read an interview in Vibe about Papoose's signing to Jive records for 1.5 million. He spoke about his upcoming release in Sept. 07, "The Nacirema Dream" (see what he did there?), but what fascinated me most in the interview revolved around his work on the copious mixtapes emblazoned with his name. Specifically the stuff about his Law Library series. <br /><br />(I have combined all three tracks into one for easier listening and easier access and heres some lyrics <a href="http://www.lyricsdir.com/papoose-law-library-lyrics.html">one</a>, <a href="http://www.lyricsdir.com/papoose-law-library-part-2-lyrics.html">two</a>, <a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/papoose_lyrics_8460/lyrics_28172/law_library_part_3_lyrics_397584.html">three</a> but rest assured, I don't care for you, my readers, <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span> much.)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3742959">Papoose - Law Library 1,2 & 3</a><br /><br />Papoose's Law Library series trampolines upon a simple concept and it is this: people don't know the law without lawyers to explain it to them. If they can't afford lawyers why not eloquently (quite for papoose) describe a person's rights to him over a beat? <br /><br />I'm not a big fan of the beats on the songs themselves: muzakky dimly lit tunes with green lampshades and spectacles. It fits the mood of the song and doesn't detract from the words, which is the idea. <br /><br />These songs are what I'm talking about when I say his ideas are superior to his flow. There's nothing that special about the songs but they are riveting simply because of the sheer amount of useful information one is receiving in such a short period. He's no Aesop Rock, but then again, Aesop wouldn't be able to deliver these lines with such clarity, we'd be plodding through a swamp of metaphors and assonance before any sort of meaning could be arrived at. <br /><br />Anyhoo, enjoy yourself with this one and we'll look out for Papoose's debut in Sept. it ought to be stupid big when it drops. <br /><br />here's Ye with his stupid new expensive video (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISPsvOGNgXg">Scream</a> anyone?) <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvTAt20eedU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvTAt20eedU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-31147062449508880502007-07-12T08:06:00.000-04:002007-07-12T09:45:43.023-04:00Plim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1C-PuoiaybPLO_yFcECq73IAZ2-fmu_fmxjDe7c5ZTNni3jtmp_mV2eZjUIiRp-R1-w52XIFLYVFes5yBEVFxZbKa4he7QVXpkGTdd_92KPqhtH9F8zfhIl9R89FixmJCUHquA/s1600-h/wet_wood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1C-PuoiaybPLO_yFcECq73IAZ2-fmu_fmxjDe7c5ZTNni3jtmp_mV2eZjUIiRp-R1-w52XIFLYVFes5yBEVFxZbKa4he7QVXpkGTdd_92KPqhtH9F8zfhIl9R89FixmJCUHquA/s320/wet_wood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086296739957172546" /></a><br /><br /><br />I woke up early this morning. I've been trying to go to sleep at a more reasonable hour. I've spent far too many a night in the past year closing my eyes and slowing my breath at the so-called witching hour, that hour in the night where the shapes and sizes of normal things like pillows and tables are transmogrified into horrible creatures, pint glasses and cigarettes, who beg me to sap them of their ambrosial broth. <br /><br />The leaf, my friends, will be turned over. <br /><br />I woke up early this morning and remembered that my morning ritual of coffee had been disrupted by a lack of it. I drew my pantaloons to my waist and proceeded towards the grocery store down the block to retrieve the seeds that would germinate into the brown liquid I do so dearly enjoy. <br /><br />and I felt the deliquescent heat seep from the windowsills, the orange rust on iron bars, the chalk white stoops, the leftover gravel. It rained very hard yesterday, meaning something about the weather is changing, the scorching heat being shunted further east, over the sea, by cool sprays up in the stratosphere. <br /><br />When I returned to my apartment and composed my breakfast and coffee into a satisfactory symphony of flavors, my computer greeted me with a sonic recap of my brisk footed circuit. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ambledown.com/mp3/boniver_skinnylove.mp3">Bon Iver - Skinny Love</a><br /><br />I don't usually use promos (last time I used one, a contrary reader called me the N word. Inappropriate.) but my canvas morning imbibed this music, plim: To swell, as grain or wood with water. <br /><br />Story goes that Justin Vernon holed himself up in his father's cabin after the breakup of his old band (<a href="http://www.myspace.com/deyarmondedison">these guys</a>) like so many Ed Drostes or Springsteens. He stayed there the three months of Winter and emerged, be-bearded and bedraggled, with this album. <br /><br />Some of the music sounds like it could be buried beneath the scratch-n-sniff surface of Grey's Anatomy in some sort of papery montage treacly tripe, it does fall short at that. But other moments of the album work on so very simple a level that it burrows beneath the brick wall holding my nose up in the snooting position and my fingers hit repeat unhindered by my listening brain. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ambledown.com/mp3/boniver_foremma.mp3">Bon Iver - For Emma</a><br /><br />If Jana Hunter had an alter-ego of the opposite sex it would be Justin Vernon, I swear. <br /><br />Here is a place to read more about the album: <a href="http://www.ambledown.com/publicity/boniver.html">Amble Down</a><br /><br />Here is a <a href="http://myspace.com/boniver">moospace</a><br /><br />Here is a place to listen to the entire album: <a href="http://www.virb.com/boniver">Bon Iver</a><br /><br />oh, yes, and before I forget, <a href="http://ahpittman.blogspot.com/">Kitsch Me Gorgeous</a>, that handsome devil, has a link to a recap of the 77Boadrum show in Brooklyn last Saturday that yours truly went to, as well as a link to a Boooootleg. check out this <a href="http://ahpittman.blogspot.com/2007/07/kmg-extracurricularating.html">LIIIINK</a><br /><br />and now for something completely different: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZoGf47Z3aY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZoGf47Z3aY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-25881035128834850762007-07-11T12:08:00.000-04:002007-07-11T21:07:04.232-04:00smokin that shit?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd34me2hL4hvhwNphJ7gnkocg_RwSEyL3DS7tNkaeZQh8vPvAk4w4wDC_ox4VaZsWQqgUfu8RlZgdhaObVMaQg-nCKIhyphenhyphenufv8SZzAPMuyd6ZVBF9Kpi7q9gKe0vo-T1HU0-G56bQ/s1600-h/blackbastards.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd34me2hL4hvhwNphJ7gnkocg_RwSEyL3DS7tNkaeZQh8vPvAk4w4wDC_ox4VaZsWQqgUfu8RlZgdhaObVMaQg-nCKIhyphenhyphenufv8SZzAPMuyd6ZVBF9Kpi7q9gKe0vo-T1HU0-G56bQ/s320/blackbastards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085972858664304258" /></a><br /><br />As I proclaimed yesterday, fanfare accompanied, white stallions parading the promenade of my blog castle, hip-hop is my newest passion. There was once a time where I would falter and crumble to my knees as soon as a wanderlusting beat of the PHAT variety slipped brashly into the curvaceous folds of an ear or two. I lived in fear of the everyday gambol down any main thoroughfare, in fear of those humming, buzzing trunks. <br /><br />Perhaps it was the whiteness that my parents had imbued into my skin and bones by refusing to listen to anything without guitars and screeching vocals, nay, refusing to listen to anything that wasn't, gulp, BLACK. I attempted to remedy this as a young fledgling listener, but my surveys of the landscape of hip-hop music was misinformed and, eventually, kidnapped. The temptation: sweet succulent rock-and-roll-sample candy by diddys and Will Smiths. <br /><br />Wu-tang descended from the sky with Enter The 36 Chambers, light emanating from around her strange dark cover. I understood. I wanted more. <br /><br />What is the purpose of this foolish narrative that I spin for you as an eight legged she-devil might for her lover, and later, her prey? <br /><br /> It is merely to prepare you for the weeks to come, for I have been consuming Ice Cubes and Ice-T's and Public Enemy's and Pharcydes with the fervor of a man once starved of certain culture. It's as if I were neglected in my childhood and prohibited from drinking anything but coke, caffeine-free diet coke. The kind that comes in the languid brass colored label so you know that its contents are merely the base, rewardless skeletal structure of the potentially delicious liquid confection. <br /><br />Anyway, I've been listening to KMD's Black Bastards, their notorious album that was scheduled in 1994 but was unreleased by Elektra because of the hanging Sambo character pictured above. It was later released in 2001 by Sub Verse Records. <br /><br />MF DOOM, before he was MF DOOM, was Zev Luv X in KMD. His brother, DJ Subroc was the group's DJ and was struck by a car in 1993 and killed spinning his brother into a deep depression and causing him to go into hiding only to reemerge in 1998 when he began performing in the newyorican poets cafe with his trademark mask. <br /><br />what a weirdo:<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXg8xVR42Pg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXg8xVR42Pg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />On the menu today is two songs that describe the connection between MF DOOM's current style and the similarities between that and one of my favorite tracks on KMD's black Bastards album. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3719741">KMD - Sweet Premium Wine</a><br /><br />Notice the pseudo-dialogue that takes place in this track. "You're drinking too much of that wine of yours!" If you're at all a MF Doom fan, or even any of the tracks on Madvillan which was only a little bit produced by Doom but mostly produced by Madlib, you'll recognize the style. Thats not to say that no one else has done this before, but it's definitely one of DOOM's little idiosyncrasies to crate up a dialog from old television and radio samples. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3719729">MF Doom - Beef Rapp</a><br /><br />granted I could use a better example of Doom's pastiche work, but I like this first song from 2004's MM...Food. <br /><br />And here's another of my favorite track on KMD's black bastards:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3719756">KMD - Smokin' That Shit</a><br /><br />that bass is fucking phat.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-17732767907580961472007-07-10T09:58:00.000-04:002007-07-10T12:50:47.379-04:00oh, hello again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Pmvp2N4hsKu7lU2xJGuPFQ4-kegex20PiGkDX1pWt7jw7YfEcFmGafKhZkrfY8tutv0B3VG1CQhXAwuGdIJI4tHtXkITfAu788VxIVyRnoszaMUdX4unMQPJcK5S-n8Nb2Bxjw/s1600-h/bakesale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Pmvp2N4hsKu7lU2xJGuPFQ4-kegex20PiGkDX1pWt7jw7YfEcFmGafKhZkrfY8tutv0B3VG1CQhXAwuGdIJI4tHtXkITfAu788VxIVyRnoszaMUdX4unMQPJcK5S-n8Nb2Bxjw/s320/bakesale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085579087472672370" /></a><br /><br />Well, that was a fun weekend wasn't it? I had a couple of delicious encounters with some great music. <br /><br />I'll take a moment at a later date to describe to you the Boredoms show I went to on Saturday with the 77 drums and the giant spiral of them. Absolutely incredible. <br /><br />Anyhoo, the rest of my ears have been taken up by a lot of hip-hop. I recently finished Jeff Chang's "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" a book that I believe everyone with even a peripheral, tiny shadows and squiggles in the corners of perception, interest in hip-hop should read. There is nothing I'd rather do these days than hear the raspy, undertoe vocals of Doom or the curvaceous, bubble lettering of Busta. I appreciate, as much as a middle-class white male can appreciate, the words and the individual personas and the tiny projectile roots jutting from the thick rooty gnarls below the platinum glow of today's Lil' Waynes. <br /><br />Anyhow, lets get on with it. I'd heard a few times about "The Cool Kids" from Austin's SXSW, where they performed. But I hadn't really given them a listen until Gorilla Vs. Bear posted a song called I Rock (formerly Mikey Rocks) <br /><br /><a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/3707923">Cool Kids - I Rock</a><br /> <br />They're from Chicago Ill. and they slap some slow vocals over some thin beats and call it a song. And songs they is: I Rock is a thin concept with a thick, trunk buzzing note over a slow beat. Now, this tactic has been used by everyone from Ulysses S. Grant to Kevin Sorbo, songs based entirely upon thick bass beats are like cheap made for TV hallmark mini-series for the current Atlanta leaning hip-hop crowd.<br /><br />It is sometimes hard to remember why those thick beats are so popular anymore, until someone does it right again like The Cool Kids in this song or Lil Momma's minimalistic beat heavy jumping Lip Gloss that everyone has heard but it needs a little reiteration. <br /><br />Be, Poppin: <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUTIOjZejFI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUTIOjZejFI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />The Cool Kids new album "The Bake Sale" is scheduled for release later this year <br /><br />check out their <a href="http://www.myspace.com/gocoolkids">myspace</a> page for more music.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-68096427721484643392007-07-04T11:16:00.000-04:002007-07-04T12:20:12.518-04:00Get a Brain Morans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHvcWuhcu7QaeoCtrwOrunEvDAt9BNI9VX3AdZ0h7vXzf7K08YPn1biFG4lzQtDJssuS49RhOJLC4xsskrWPEUKP7WOm_vZPt15-Glz0MMwr_IEHw1qHIMPmQyo7NMC5GLclQOQ/s1600-h/Photo+50.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQHvcWuhcu7QaeoCtrwOrunEvDAt9BNI9VX3AdZ0h7vXzf7K08YPn1biFG4lzQtDJssuS49RhOJLC4xsskrWPEUKP7WOm_vZPt15-Glz0MMwr_IEHw1qHIMPmQyo7NMC5GLclQOQ/s320/Photo+50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083367196495101538" /></a><br /><br /><br />It is America's birthday again. I'm going to see a lil band called <a href=" http://www.myspace.com/pterodactyl ">Pterodactyl</a> tonight with some other hot acts in Willyburg. I hope to see you there. <br /><br />I am, at this moment, trying to decipher from the mist raging about my head, what the best song would be to give you on this most glorious of holidays. <br /><br />My first instinct is to find something with fireworks worked into its fabric like a bejeweled American flag on the back of a denim jacket. Bros, of course, comes to mind, but I've inundated you with Panda Bear far too much. <br /><br />How about some Ice Cube? Everyone needs a little Ice Cube. <br /><br />blast this shit at the members of your family holding paper plates of hot dogs and potato salad. <br /><br /><a href="http://media.putfile.com/Ice-Cube---Amerikkkas-Most-Wanted">Ice Cube - Amerikkkas Most Wanted</a><br /><br />have some loch nessie monster: <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RZSkLCjSQ4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RZSkLCjSQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-65987360604556034432007-07-03T09:49:00.000-04:002007-07-03T12:41:51.374-04:00Does your Dog Bi-yai-yai-yaiiiite?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4-1AQupV1DRaM3y8ecB245aFJ44Rnj-uWs2G3jyuwJ7XKkrAvuji-IObdJik8r-7MfY1AT1jW1bQF21UUvhbCAttRE-f_GlM_ANzpY0D_oS34x-yGM3gMG3ELw1j5yuT2dH7XQ/s1600-h/polaris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4-1AQupV1DRaM3y8ecB245aFJ44Rnj-uWs2G3jyuwJ7XKkrAvuji-IObdJik8r-7MfY1AT1jW1bQF21UUvhbCAttRE-f_GlM_ANzpY0D_oS34x-yGM3gMG3ELw1j5yuT2dH7XQ/s320/polaris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083009520208625234" /></a><br /><br /><br />It is Summer. <br /><br /> Perhaps there is a certain musk that is released when the air is heated to a certain temperature. As boiling a kettle of water releases a whistling steam to attract one's attention so does the very marrow of the summer air whistle an imperceptible tone that attracts memory. I remember straw colored straw on brown chalky hills behind my house in San Diego when I was but a lad of six; my parents scrubbing the dirt from my knees and scolding me for vanishing from their panoptic windows overlooking our cul-de-sac. Yellow and blue beaches, bare brown feet of girls, dry grass clippings, surreal poolside games. Somehow all of these coagulated during the early ninties all in one place. <br /><br />Television is not now, nor ever really was, a final destination for overtly creative minds with a penchant for the surreal. In the early Ninties that destination was (and still is) more likely found behind the mask of a foamy headed punching bag dressed to the nines in Mickey Mouse accoutrement or perhaps, if you will allow me to stretch-armstrong a bit, the emerging surrealist pseudo-realities of Gangsta rap ("you are now about to witness [more or less] the strength of street knowledge"). At that time, though, children's programming was entering a surrealist renaissance on a little channel known as Nickelodeon with programs like Ren and Stimpy, Rocko's Modern Life and, of course my favorite, Pete and Pete. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBq_dU1ltIs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBq_dU1ltIs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Whats all this masturbatory faux-academia got to do with music? Well, if you've never seen Pete and Pete, FOR SHAME!! **stage direction for guthrie: accusatory finger pointed skyward atop a clenched fist of epic proportions**, you wouldn't know the R.E.M. sound-a-bit-like band Polaris who magnificently performed the opening credits and various songs throughout the show. Occasionally the writers of the show would warp episodes above and around and through Polaris' music like a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klein_bottle">klein Bottle</a>, indecipherable. <br /><br /><a href="http://media.putfile.com/Polaris---Summerbaby">Polaris - Summerbaby</a><br /><br />Exhibit A: an episode of Pete and Pete season one called "Hard Day's Pete" wherein young Pete must search for his favorite song that he hears Polaris, conveniently and splendidly practicing in a garage on the way to school, playing one day. He hears the song only once and attempts to remember the song by snapping together various chords. A fantastic premise, for how many of us have heard amazing songs only once that escape to the darkest dregs of the cortex, drip down our spines and disperse through our nerves as a milky blue dissipating substance. I would not let Pete's song escape me, for it is an amazing example of the show's finger on the pulse of pop-media in its day. <br /><br />Polaris' frontman, Mark Mulcahy of Miracle Legion (of whom I will speak in a moment), wrote an incredible gem of a summer song for this exact episode called 'Summerbaby' that I feel is necessary to broadcast across this internets. Unfortunately the music recorded for the show (featuring Mulcahy stuttering the around into an incredibly catchy Arou-hou-hou-hou-hou-nd) was only released on a Cassingle in Frosted Mini-Wheats cereal (I'd give my larynx and my left butt for that thing). However! The re-recorded versions are true-to-form and that form is the catchy, fuzzy side of velcro. <br /><br />Miracle Legion was Mulcahy's band from the mid-eighties that, yes, also sounded like the jangle-echo of early R.E.M. And whats wrong with that? <br />The answer is this: nothing. <br /><br />Their first EP, called The Backyard, is five songs of summery pop-perfection. Would you like it? Yes? <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/40806480/MiracleLegion-TheBackyardEP.zip.html">Miracle Legion - The Backyard EP </a><br /><br />Now that you have the whole thing you should really really go <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/103-0191655-7168657?ie=UTF8&tag=mozilla-20&index=blended&link%5Fcode=qs&field-keywords=Miracle%20Legion&sourceid=Mozilla-search">buy some of their later albums</a> that are more on sale than The Backyard EP.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-64908722963050272262007-07-02T15:19:00.000-04:002007-07-02T17:12:13.205-04:00A grrrrail?<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NE5iGP2tCOQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NE5iGP2tCOQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />If my writing seems to slug across your screen rather than the usual zip-line quick wit Blogalism you're used to, its because I have just now returned from a week long vacation. It involved me sitting in the dark recesses of a beach house, occasionally removing to the beach to darken my snowy complexion beaneath the golden strands descending from Apollo's airy chariot. Alas, my traipsing through these intertubes has left my skin beyond repairidly white and I found myself more often gazing upwards towards Apollo's twin sister, Diana. Her milky white crescent illuminating enough to display my epidermal shortcomings, but not reflecting her brother's rays enough to bronze them. Where shall I begin with the music today... where to begin...<br /><br />Have I a platter of rad for you today, my friends! Well some may think it crass to call this rad but I think it, my friends, is not crass. For when was the last time you heard four hundred damn guitars playing at once? Never! <br /><br />It is A Crimson Grail by Rhys Chatham a student of punk rock and a mentor/friend to members of Sonic Youth and Band of Susans. He began his career as a piano tuner for minimalist La Monte Young. and it sounds like this:<br /><br />If vines growing up thick brick had a sound it would be this. If heat's fish-eye sine waves above a sweltering road could be plucked it would be this. If cumulo-nimbus could be compressed into a jar and slowly let out at the bottom of a swimming pool, retaining their shape, it would be this. If a lover's form could be effectively holstered into a hip flask, a quick, concealed dram beneath mahogany stairs would fill your body with these vibrations. Then there are two more movements, whose dimensions surpass description. <br /><br />she's a doosie, hope you don't mind 20 minutes. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/40663573/01_-_A_Crimson_Grail_Pt._1.mp3.html">Rhys Chatham - A Crimson Grail</a><br /><br />I've been reading Nabokov, can you tell?<br /><br />buy <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Grail-Rhys-Chatham/dp/B000LMPELC/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-0191655-7168657?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1183408068&sr=8-1">A Crimson Grail</a>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-76847629687121556042007-06-29T16:47:00.000-04:002007-06-29T17:09:18.242-04:00Cookie<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DPqhetkWXw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9DPqhetkWXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />"A little later we all decided to use Patrick's car and go out to Berkeley to see Jim Morrison play at some ballroom there. We wanted to distribute the Blue Cheer LSD that had gone through the laundry by accident. Susan had stashed it in the dirty laundry the day before. Mark hadn't known and washed the whole load (about $400 worth of the stuff) with the detergent Cheer. Now the whole batch of LSD was Blue Cheer and Cheer combined. We planned to give it away free, providing of course people didn't mind the accompanying side effects of the detergent. <br /> Jim Morrison was good, as usual, and so was the LSD, despite the slight stomach cramps. We even handed a lump of the goo to him onstage and he happily ate it. After the concert, we left to smoke opium at home, leaving Kathy and Eve to go backstage to try and fuck Morrison. While smoking opium and listening to KMPX (the best radio station at the time), we heard an unfamiliar song. It was great, unlike anything else we'd ever heard. I offered, since we didn't have a phone, to go out into the three a.m. morning can call KMPX and get the title and the name of the musician. <br /> While I was in the phone booth, after I talked to the KMPX D.J. and found out it was a cut from a new album, <span style="font-style:italic;">Doctor John the Night Tripper<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>, a black man with short hair walked up and stood next to the booth. I thought he was waiting to use the phone, but no, it was me he was waiting for." - Cookie MuellerCap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-65540844894681693832007-06-28T11:06:00.000-04:002007-06-28T13:05:45.762-04:00The Land of Milk and Honey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_yO6RP-hqx14rjHwWUKvcfxQHHsTsa6C62DH8DazjB202-DI9B_TkyxmmbrRUcKOoyMYgBEtStREgb-CJ5b7mbGycYYg76QWJcUTpqd6I1QV1DJdpnOvLVxXVyKahpbhYjaarQ/s1600-h/snow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_yO6RP-hqx14rjHwWUKvcfxQHHsTsa6C62DH8DazjB202-DI9B_TkyxmmbrRUcKOoyMYgBEtStREgb-CJ5b7mbGycYYg76QWJcUTpqd6I1QV1DJdpnOvLVxXVyKahpbhYjaarQ/s320/snow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081146058452942402" /></a><br /><br /><br />Its been a long time since 2002 when I became obsessed with droney wee-wee glacier pop from our snowier blond friends in the northern part o europe and islands nearby.<br /><br />hey, slow that shit down assholes: snow sounds like arppegiated chords with reverb and you know it.<br /><br />well, back from the dead, the glacier pop has come. at least for this music listener. like I've said in <a href="http://cleverbeans.blogspot.com/2007/03/sami-snpkkil.html">the</a> <a href="http://cleverbeans.blogspot.com/2007/06/myspace-shuffle.html">past</a> I have become gradually more obsessed with the cold opaque liqueur these evil Denmarkian kings (and queens) pour into my ear. and I haven't even thrown myself into the Efterklang yet. <br /><br />Anyhow, I'm here as your fishmonger to breathe new life into your snowy, albeit neglected, folders of your computers with Slaraffenland. <br /><br />Their album Private Cinema is a triumph of atmosphere and a clever Broken Social Sceneish use of the horn section. Don't go looking for these guys to change your life any more than Sigur Ros did back in 2001, they're not trying to change your life. They're just trying to make your ears happy and use up all of the little O's with a line through it: ø which is a depletable resource that they mine from the ground in Iceland and Sweden. <br /><br />How do you think they pay for their instruments to make pretty, fairy pop for us? Growing white asparagus and playing as elf extras in Lord of the Rings? Thats racist. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.home-tapes.com/mp3/polaroids.mp3">Slaraffenland - Polaroids</a><br /><br />Polaroids begins with (gasp!) beautiful Aurora Borealises of flute, a snare and a bass kick in, an (what?) arpeggiated chord on an acoustic guitar, a chant/hymnal vocal line, an incredible horn section. and then you kick back and take a nap and watch the earth turn very slowly. <br /><br />I'd very much like for you to go to their <a href="http://www.myspace.com/slaraffenland">myspace</a> page and listen to more of their music. <br /><br />I'd also like if you listened to a song that pitchfork posted a while back thats even better than the one I played for you above. <a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/download/41898-slaraffenland-watch-out-mp3">Which is here<br /></a> <br /><br /><a href="http://www.dotshop.se/ds/release.php?code=RUM008CD&search=slaraffenland">and you should buy the whole album because its quite very good. </a><br /><br />and now for something completely different: <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebfOheB_YrQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebfOheB_YrQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-11147357333382566102007-06-27T10:09:00.000-04:002007-06-27T15:56:06.373-04:00The Myspace Shuffle vol. !!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JVJSwx0Vq-N-4aiAdkP41acwPxuJ_f7vu-ncGn5W_4wXiFrVPB2S8tq9WjD3pRc3M-5pbiUzNOS0Tl-G4p9CKLFGriWxH6ZOrOjkmCXgeDVB3EknDgfpccJpE2iHI1eHuvqC4w/s1600-h/t1000_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JVJSwx0Vq-N-4aiAdkP41acwPxuJ_f7vu-ncGn5W_4wXiFrVPB2S8tq9WjD3pRc3M-5pbiUzNOS0Tl-G4p9CKLFGriWxH6ZOrOjkmCXgeDVB3EknDgfpccJpE2iHI1eHuvqC4w/s320/t1000_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080784417911651890" /></a><br /><br />HYPO is Anthony Keyeux from Paris. He runs with the <a href=" http://www.myspace.com/olamm ">O.Lamm</a> kids (who you should check out as well). I seriously can't find much about HYPO, mostly because I can't read <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/french">Fraaansh</a>. but check out HYPO's split album with Emmanuelle de Héricourt (another one of them Frenchies) called <a href="http://www.hypomusic.net/thecorrectuseofpets.htm">The Correct Use of Pets</a>. The two collaborated on a majority of the music including my favorite track on the album: <br /><br />Naughty Place begins with an electronic war beat; some real jock-strap thunder that actually didn't catch my attention at first. but then HYPO introduces the hook, which is so simple and so obvious and so damn near perfect that I have absolutely no idea why I haven't heard anything like it before. <br /><br />The song is an engine in cold weather. constantly starting and stopping. but you keep turning the key. because each time you start it up again you hear a new rattle or a new bassline. It starts and stops and starts and stops. and finally the M83 vocals and synth intervals kick in and you've got the wheels turning. Unfortunately, it only moves a few verses and then burns up. You've gotta get out and push it started again. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/39671029/Hypo___EDH_-_02_-_Naughty_Place.mp3.html">HYPO - Naughty Place</a><br /><br />On the same record EDH has a metallurgic song that starts as a harsh solid clang and eventually melts into a resonating tuba-blast driven pot of molten T-1000. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/39672510/Hypo___EDH_-_05_-_Lament.mp3.html">EDH - Lament</a><br /><br />Here is the video for Naughty Place that is good in concept but doesn't really work with the movement of the song. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85xACoue3HQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85xACoue3HQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />HYPO's <a href="http://www.myspace.com/hypohypohypo">moospace</a>.<br />EDH's <a href=" http://www.myspace.com/emmanuelledehericourt ">moospace</a>. <br />buy the <a href="http://stickfig1.securesites.net/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=21_77&products_id=7552">record</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.notfortourists.com/ny-tracts.aspx?city=NY&id=633185430736764337&p=0&t=0">me on the internet? no way!! </a><br />also <a href="http://stylusmagazine.com/stypod/archives/825">six degrees #13 (14)</a> is going up soon if you'd like to hear my voiceCap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-27383062217818534752007-06-26T12:08:00.000-04:002007-06-26T14:00:45.740-04:00oh yeah. oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah.Ahh the internet. Its good for a few things, you know. have you been on it? I like to googles. and I like to use emails. I just heard about this thing called intent messenger: its like emails except faster! <br /><br />Its gonna be the next big thing I bet. If you ever surf well you're gonna love surfing on the internet because its like riding waves that are made out of computers. and if you like surfing on the internet you should watch this video by this band Figurines because this is what it looks like when you're surfing the internet: Way fast! and catchy! and nothing makes sense! <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ng1yttHGGWg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ng1yttHGGWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />This is from their album from 2006 called skeleton, a handsome likkle album of music. <br /><br />Also this: Have you ever stood on the beach doing that heiroglyphics dance? Legs akimbo, arms in front and back shaped like a "Z" and you shoot those hands back and forth across your body, you shoot em back and forth across your body, and you're watching them big blue waves crashing and crashing and you just keep going even though you know everyones watching you and probably thinks you're a dork. but you don't care because you've got Hey Girl by the Figurines playing in your head. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.controlgroupco.com/promo/figurinesdownload/03.mp3">Figurines - Hey Girl</a><br /> <br />and then the song cracks open at the end and you just start kicking sand around and jumping up and down yelling Come on Come on come on come on come on Come on Come on come on come on come on Come on Come on come on come on come on Come on Come on come on come on come on Come on Come on come on come on come on.<br /><br />thats what surfing the internet is like.<br /><br />you should buy their <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Skeleton-Figurines/dp/B000E6GBYE/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-6526136-2030846?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1182876011&sr=8-1">album</a> maybe. <br /><br />or maybe get ready to buy their new album which is coming out in the U.S. on September, eleventh (maybe its a topical album?). <br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/figurinesdk">moospace</a>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-89368894018419859782007-06-25T13:34:00.000-04:002007-06-25T15:54:47.466-04:00good old panda bear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnt_ryL7RQhywOp19TdGCFVLteGbAfAV18lE3dgxlV3_vgZukd8SS2eHtkjzgkM2jmMkBrvetASH5xnlvkwpGILdN4q13ZHOGOzYZsOVfCwLaBF3HbhuB9vBOrc6ZxjeeNoysAQ/s1600-h/614px-Pandabearselftitled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnt_ryL7RQhywOp19TdGCFVLteGbAfAV18lE3dgxlV3_vgZukd8SS2eHtkjzgkM2jmMkBrvetASH5xnlvkwpGILdN4q13ZHOGOzYZsOVfCwLaBF3HbhuB9vBOrc6ZxjeeNoysAQ/s320/614px-Pandabearselftitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080063549924728402" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/39308291/10_a_musician_and_a_filmmaker.mp3.html">Panda Bear - A Musician and A Filmmaker</a><br /><br />My saliva glands run overactive when I hear about something Noah Panda Lennox Bear has done in the past. I met one of his ex-girlfriends once (so she claimed) and I was immediately in awe of this beauty that could climb such a tower and topple such a mind. (Harpy's clawing at her back, tearing flesh from bone. Raw fingers gripping the shallow rock inlets searching for the next rough pull towards the top.) <br /><br />perhaps I give Panda Lennox too much credit. <br /><br />Digging through my computer files yesterday I came across an overlooked cache of music that confounded and enticed me, making my saliva glands, once again, work overtime so that I was a drooling, foaming fool. Buried betwixt the fatigue-green files on the insides of my Mac were countless musics that I had overlooked or tried to delete at one time or another: 'twas like finding a Jackson ($20) in the pocket of jeans I hadn't worn for three years. <br /><br />It was also like finding three year old blue cheese salad dressing nestled squishily in the other pocket. why i would have put blue cheese dressing in there in the first place is beyond me, it may have been a fad at the time. Regardless!! I found some old old old old Panda Bear from Panda Noah Lennox Bear's first <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panda_Bear_(album)">self titled album</a> on Deakin's (of AC) Soccer Stars label that has since become <a href="http://www.paw-tracks.com/">Paw Tracks</a>. <br /><br />Some of it sucks! Some of it makes Noah Bear seem like a normal dude with a keyboard and a guitar who is just starting to write songs. It's also easy to hear some of his genius that would later firework from his mouth and fingers and rain down upon the hungering crowd like manna. <br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/39309287/11_We_Built_A_Robot.mp3.html">Panda Bear - We Built A Robot</a><br /><br />Particularly the eleventh track "We Built A Robot" a synthy, bass pumpy, chiming song that is a very very distant cousin to Hot Chip's earlier work. Panda Noah sounds as though he built a robot out of Erector Sets with the kid from next door and when they turned it on it crashed through the front door and blinked in and out of vision beneath the lamppost lit streets as it fled off to god knows where. <br /><br />Maybe I shouldn't post this. Don't worry Lennox Bear, if you want I can post some of my highschool poetry. <br /><br />eeeughh, maybe not. <br /><br />I don't even know if you can buy this anymore but I'm sure if you <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Person-Pitch-Panda-Bear/dp/B000NA27TE/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-6526136-2030846?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1182799160&sr=8-1">bought</a> one of his other albums he'd appreciate it. <br /><br />and now for something completely different: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3lAGSPWlOw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3lAGSPWlOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> <br /><br />Thanks to Joe's Pub <a href="http://www.joespub.com/caltool/index.cfm?fuseaction=detail&performanceID=3170">ROFL</a> and <a href="http://tofuhut.blogspot.com/">John Tofu Seroff Hut</a> for a good time last friday. (thats where I saw this amazing video)Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-59351560509483211092007-06-23T03:15:00.001-04:002007-06-23T03:15:31.252-04:00booty booty double dancer<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koVY-zMzeVQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koVY-zMzeVQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-37387583833176811752007-06-22T16:59:00.000-04:002007-06-22T17:42:49.604-04:00my, my, my, meg baird<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQaIRkt_gQBipMGLZCER-_dubimBer64XkOjRPAWRL-rXjKeY_t28EiKZXED5-1iF2qBnT1lLcIFwJy64vdvxaQZt6putwAiKNDdgx6xPjrw42BrDScjzVODa7FjotSLJFIE2Phw/s1600-h/megbaird.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQaIRkt_gQBipMGLZCER-_dubimBer64XkOjRPAWRL-rXjKeY_t28EiKZXED5-1iF2qBnT1lLcIFwJy64vdvxaQZt6putwAiKNDdgx6xPjrw42BrDScjzVODa7FjotSLJFIE2Phw/s320/megbaird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078996757357813314" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes, I realize, I come across albums that both myself and my mother would listen to if we had found the same thing independently. It hurts to admit that, but sometimes things are so transcendently beautiful that it clearly works under any circumstances for anyone.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/38775650/06_Waltze_of_the_Tennis_Players.mp3.html">Meg Baird - Waltz of the Tennis Players</a><br /><br />I save the best for last. Meg Baird is a member of the folky freaky band "espers" and recently (may 22) dropped her solo album called "Dear Companion." <br /><br />Did I say dropped? Thats wrong because this album floats back and forth like a feather in a light breeze or falling leaves in warm rain or Joni Mitchell from an open white curtained window overhead or Nick Drake from a crackly record on a porch or someone humming a Dolly Parton tune in an empty subway station. If those sound like things you're interested in I'd pretty much say go ahead and buy the album from <a href="http://www.dragcity.com/catalog/records/dc340.html">Drag City</a>. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/38776305/07_Maiden_in_the_Moor_Lay.mp3.html">Meg Baird - Maiden in the Moor Lay</a><br /><br />This one runs its fingers through overgrown yellow mustard plants exploding across an open field. Shadows of clouds drift somnambulant; dark islands amidst the sunlight. <br /><br />I can't recommend it enough. <br /><br />go to her myspace page to hear <a href="http://www.myspace.com/pennsylvaniawildlife">moar</a>. <br /><br />buy it from her label: <a href="http://www.dragcity.com/catalog/records/dc340.html">drag city</a>. <br /><br />don't look for her on youtube, you get only one <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYYkNVA9_Fs">terrifying</a> result.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-72482597918551255872007-06-21T10:27:00.000-04:002007-06-21T11:24:46.568-04:00Happiness is a solid, Joy is a liquid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxmSl2uP5cxE44iAJ5UkdqQzWmtPJhR-G4-kswemiLJbe9TEDfM69DfrBZBuaxgWHKq083M89SQV-hPJyHkFem2fMmecmkeX5-7TH56vmKSr44qG1dLayfoceWIkEOyVzEyOxbg/s1600-h/silverdaggers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxmSl2uP5cxE44iAJ5UkdqQzWmtPJhR-G4-kswemiLJbe9TEDfM69DfrBZBuaxgWHKq083M89SQV-hPJyHkFem2fMmecmkeX5-7TH56vmKSr44qG1dLayfoceWIkEOyVzEyOxbg/s320/silverdaggers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078525792718970418" /></a><br /><br />"...the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid" J.D. Salinger in "Nine Stories"<br /><br />My body is a locus of infinite possibilities, my ears very much the same. My brain floats in a pool of inequalities. at times I will have the silicon fjords of <a href="http://www.efterklang.net/">Efterklang</a>, glaciering around in there. at other times I'll listen to the hit-your-face-with-a-hammer sounds of bands like <a href="http://www.dischord.com/band/blackeyes">Black Eyes</a>. <br /><br />lately I've been taking in the sounds of "1 2 3 4" by Ms. Feist. now I'm not that big on the album but if you're not sold by watching this amazing video then I don't know what will sell you on this song. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />right? I like the one guy in the striped red sweater that probably arrived late to the shoot and was all like "oh shit, I was supposed to wear solid red? well, I can't get back to my house now! My Dad dropped me off on his way to work." <br /><br />anyhoo, theres all that going into my head these days and then theres this L.A. band <a href="http://home.graffiti.net/silverdaggers/">Silver Daggers</a> an amalgam of LA post hardcore and free jazz. They sound like "Cough" era Black Eyes but something about them allows for a much more accessible sound. They sound excited and youthful and joyous to be making the racket they're making whereas Black Eyes sounded tattered and haggard and defeated. <br /><br /><a href="http://loadrecords.com/sound/SilverDaggersJoy.mp3">Silver Daggers - Joy</a><br /><br />"Joy" is one of those rare riots that occurs not from anger or despair but sheer, unadulterated joy. Like when you and your buddies are all back together and wasted and you all just want to get into trouble and smash down walls and break windows and set shit on fire. The unstoppable bassline kicks in like a cinder block and the cacophonous brass section is fists thrashing the air. <br /><br />Check out <a href=" http://www.myspace.com/silverdaggers ">Silver Dagger's myspace page</a>. <br /><br />and buy their record at <a href="http://loadrecords.com/bands/silverdaggers.html">Load Records</a>.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-20280642387244315362007-06-20T17:10:00.000-04:002007-06-20T19:23:11.330-04:00Brass Construction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtHzZDS0gFadfBmpLXFxoY3jH5ImnRlDwwxODnzsCzJpq8kRbr82d0_wrXYCcUyOt_NiCHRiNRiqnJVdNK-HI2BHCm99msxKNUd3ynezZWBvH-NO7yjl8qMdDDzGAni6eAASr3Q/s1600-h/brassconstruction.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtHzZDS0gFadfBmpLXFxoY3jH5ImnRlDwwxODnzsCzJpq8kRbr82d0_wrXYCcUyOt_NiCHRiNRiqnJVdNK-HI2BHCm99msxKNUd3ynezZWBvH-NO7yjl8qMdDDzGAni6eAASr3Q/s320/brassconstruction.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078261184078831138" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/38419418/Changin_.m4a.html">Brass Construction - Changin'</a><br /><br />I had been listening to Map Of Africa all morning. If you haven't listened to Map Of Africa you're missing out on some amazing DJ butt-funk (otherwise named Beardo-Disco by some jerks with a better wit than I). Friends were visiting and we dropped into the thrift store foolishly positioned around the block from hundreds of upper-middle class white art school kids with expensive lofts. I thought I'd help them out a bit since they obviously weren't about to get any money selling vintage rainbow-suspenders and Kenny Roger's amazing line of cowboy shirts (everything that man touches is gold). lo and behold there were two records that I espied. one, a yardbirds LP, a dandy record, the other: <a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=10:wzfexqrgldde">Brass Construction</a> (inset). <br /><br />What a funky day it would turn out to be. Brooklyn's Brass Construction, as I am told by allmusic.company, released their first LP in 1975 amidst the rising tide of Hop-Hop and disco. DJ Kool Herc most likely played them at his house parties where he invented the continuous break later to be known as hip-hop. <br /><br />Changin' is my favorite track on the album simply because of that bass that bass that bass that bass. Good god it struts down the street through the admiring string strikes under open fire hydrants, the choppy keys leaning out their windows, the guitar jingles like hot asphalt, and the brass juts along like drivers watching from inside their steamy car pileups, pulling along trying to keep up with that bass that bass that bass. <br /><br />You can get the full album here at this fucking!!! awesome blog <a href="http://headfonehaus.blogspot.com/2006/11/brass-construction-brass-construction.html#comments">Headfonehaus</a>. <br /><br />SOUL TRAIN: dancing to the groove. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1o1eSval5bw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1o1eSval5bw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-13598831498666676742007-06-18T16:20:00.000-04:002007-06-19T18:20:37.168-04:00Lol, Wut?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83RAqcb3fHbGUWyTDHrEoDFkQJXYi7a3Rp9juFcuiWnIrWuTHIeIraMQu_Xj6GI7LAiPfIicP1u5dQjpKRA0vbG8dkzeA-qv0fzBxia6qScPZ1udSodrfomUoiekzOy1QO52JCA/s1600-h/rebellion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83RAqcb3fHbGUWyTDHrEoDFkQJXYi7a3Rp9juFcuiWnIrWuTHIeIraMQu_Xj6GI7LAiPfIicP1u5dQjpKRA0vbG8dkzeA-qv0fzBxia6qScPZ1udSodrfomUoiekzOy1QO52JCA/s320/rebellion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077903799850130962" /></a><br /><br />New-Rave is probably the worst title for any type of music known to man. Spurred by a wanton Klaxon tongue and disemenated by NME's wandering jizz shots, new-rave has become synonymous with the colorful eye-hurt spitting out of pants and shirts in Vice's "Do's" section and hitting you at full force in vagina, mouth and ass. I'm not really into tights, thanks, but the music is definitely a force worth listening to, en mi opinion. <br /><br />I'm totally into crystal castles right now partially because they seem to be doing the new-rave thing in a darker, less cloyingly unicorny way than <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=32635702">The Klaxons</a> or compatriots in day-glo: <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=88425749">Hadouken!</a> <br /><br />I mean, this is electro-hipster distilled in a lab, vocodered, and jerked into a small slim-jim package. Don't say I didn't warn you when you snap into it's snot nosed 8-bit nintendo clicks and twees. If you're not a fan of MSTRKRFT do not open. Fortunately they cut the crap to a short enough length that nothing ever really gets tedious. <br /><br />I'm a particular fan of Air War on their myspace page (complete with downloads so I'll refrain from putting some here) which is a stroll through a circuitboard, unintelligible vocals bouncing about and hissing like electricity, a nice steady thump making sure people's booties participate. <br /><br /><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=30627193">Crystal Castles - Myspace page #1 </a><br /><br /><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=176169187">crystal castles - myspace page #2</a><br /><br />Overall, though, Crystal Castles remix of It Fit When I Was A Kid by Liars is a great example of their potential. Though it relies upon the simple octave keyboard strokes heard in just about every lazy electro dance number, the song still manages to take the spacious, haunting Liars song, make it danceable and even retain the darkness of the original as a great remix should do every time. <br /><br />Its here: <a href="http://www.xlr8r.com/downloads/liars/it_fit_when_i_was_a_kid_crysta/">XLR8R</a>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-69647873373841185512007-06-15T19:12:00.001-04:002007-06-15T19:20:37.515-04:00Googly gooSo remember how I was <a href="http://cleverbeans.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-so-brief-hiatus.html">telling you about</a> that new Animal Collective song that they played at the show I saw last weekend? WELL!! I've tracked down a bootleg version that was posted on the Animal Collective message board. They people on Collected Animals (isn't that a clever name?) are calling it "Will To Joy" suspiciously similar to the title the people on youtube were calling it. hmmmmmmm.... its almost as if it were the same people. <br /><br /><a href="http://media-c01m03.libsyn.com/podcasts/9dbc1b8065bab372003808aab460b29f/46731c86/funeralpudding/AC_austin-13.mp3">Animal Collective - Will To Joy (?)</a><br /><br />Sooooo this track is from their performance in Austin (I believe the first video I posted before was from Austin). Its quite pretty iddnit? I can't wait to hear the album version of it or, hell, I can't wait to see them again. <br /><br />Also!!! Flight of the Conchords, the new HBO show, is FUCKING hilarious! I feel like a dirty whore for posting this but its seriously that good. Two bits to the man, woman or child that finds a full version of the robot song. <br /><br /><embed src="http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" FlashVars="jsver=1.4&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true&MMdoctitle=Test Document - Flash Player Installation&MMplayerType=PlugIn&clickurl_openinnewwindow=true&clickurl=http://www.hbo.com/conchords&skin=skins/hbo320&wmode=window&autoPlay=false&file=http://hbo.001.download.videoegg.com/gid401/cid1501/AF/T8/1179288314G427noPBqRdOSQYHeQfz&rootUrl=http://update.videoegg.com/flash/player&swfpath=http://update.videoegg.com/flash/proxy.swf?jsver=1.4" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="272" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-9277203575213148332007-06-15T07:38:00.000-04:002007-06-15T16:27:21.933-04:00Antelope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOEKZt6JhSZC0m6SUiLuTII58WDI48ezp4thvMtQ2G8ji8GWQ4uRtSuUCaE3lAkgBrBl6HfDxa7JcF5Rrwe_9VSN4l43fZNvNPv1vyvOaVV04fO3fKHzCoJFNW8Jnb_458xdBGg/s1600-h/male-antelope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOEKZt6JhSZC0m6SUiLuTII58WDI48ezp4thvMtQ2G8ji8GWQ4uRtSuUCaE3lAkgBrBl6HfDxa7JcF5Rrwe_9VSN4l43fZNvNPv1vyvOaVV04fO3fKHzCoJFNW8Jnb_458xdBGg/s320/male-antelope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076254717092060674" /></a><br /><br />I'm a big proponent of the DC punk scene simply because it doesn't really get enough attention. <br /><br />Whats that? <br />Bad Brains?<br />Dismemberment Plan?<br />Fugazi? <br /><br />pish-posh, not enough attention. <br /><br />There are so many good bands from DC that fly under the radar simply because people are butts and only care about what craaaaazy Ian Mackaye will do next. Seriously its unfortunate that the <a href="http://pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/43188-reflector">tastemakers have deemed Antelope to be unworthy of more than a mediocre rating</a>. Oh well, so much for listening to Antelope, right? Not to feed the ol' blog-o-sphere versus Pitchfork flame here but I find the review of <a href="http://www.ant3lop3.com/">Reflector</a> to be more of a review of the DC scene than a record review. I think its one of the best releases of early 2007 and simply writing it off as post-punk thats not "anthemic" is fucking retarded. but every man to his own opinion. <br /><br />anyhoo. Antelope writes guitar and drum licks that pop and snap together like k-nex. Listening to an Antelope song sounds like looking at schematics, which, if you know anything about me at all, you'd know that schematics are my newest pleasure. I love how everything just makes sense regardless of whether I understand what that triangle and squiggle line represent. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ant3lop3.com/04%20Mirroring.mp3">Antelope - Mirroring</a><br /><br />Mirroring, the fourth track on Reflector, comes in with a little plucky raindrop guitar lick. The drums kick in with an unexpected subtle punch. The second guitar winds in. Vocals come in. Its like watching a basket weave itself, and when the song is over you've got a nice little carry-all for picnics. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ant3lop3.com/09%20The%20Demon.mp3">Antelope - The Demon</a><br /><br />The Demon starts similarly. You've got to give Antelope credit for understanding their aesthetic, also for writing lyrics that are thankfully non-sensical. I mean if you're a DC connoisseur you'll have already made yourself well acquainted with Q And Not U's wordplay, or lack thereof. Its not about what they're saying (ok, you could try and make sense of it if you're stoned) its about rythm. <br /><br />Check them out if you're in Japan cause they're touring you now. otherwise: buy the record <a href="http://www.dischord.com/release/157">here</a>.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788958.post-22475315552887006822007-06-14T14:57:00.000-04:002007-06-15T08:49:16.227-04:00What's in a gnome?<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSRfXep09fU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSRfXep09fU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />(The scene: Late at night. Two men are seated at a long dimly lit mahogany table in expensive business suits. They are listening to the song "Priest, Poet, & The Pig") <br /><br />Suit 1: "Wow, these guys are great. Long Hair. Thick Riffs. huge beards. kids like the beards these days." <br /><br />suit 2: "Yeah, beards equal legitimacy and authenticity, always have, always will. Just look at ZZ Top. Who even owns any of their albums post-Eliminator? Nobody! but they're still fucking sweet! anyway, we've got to do something about that name!" <br /><br />suit 1: "What? Band of My Morning Foghat? I like that name, its...its so distinct" <br /><br />suit 2: "Nonsense. Distinct band names are going to be the death of this industry. We need band names now that are un-googleable. Back in the Sixties we used to glue adverbs and pronouns to maps of the U.S. and throw darts to figure out a band's name."<br /><br />suit 1: "but google didn't exist back then" <br /><br />suit 2: "You ever been on <a href="http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=image&file=3f6de8a139ff5b9800879d2c50dfdc36.gif">Acid</a>? I wouldn'tve even known my own momma's titties if they were jiggling right in front of my nose back then, son.<br /><br />suit 1: "Oh... thats...uh..."<br /><br />suit 2: "we needed band names that were short and easy to remember. Naming a band "Yes" was a stroke of genius, I mean how many times do people say "Yes" in a day? It was free advertisement. We knew we had lost that spirit in the late Nineties when Godspeed You Black Emperor! came out. The only people who say their name in its entirety are dicks or kids that just found out about them and are on the verge of becoming dicks because of it."<br /><br />suit 1: "so what do we rename these guys?"<br /><br />suit 2: "We need something ubiquitous yet with neutered meaning to kids today. I know, Vietnam! <br /><br />suit 1: "and we can capitalize the N so that it seems distinct without actually being different at all! Fuck you Soulseek!" <br /><br />suit 2: "Welcome to the team, son. We'll need someone sharp like you to market the accessible, radio-friendly music we have here at <a href="http://www.kemado.com/home.php">Kemado Records</a>."<br /><br />(end scene)<br /><br /><br />Actually <a href="http://www.kemado.com/artists.php?req=show&artist=13">VietNam</a> is one of my favorite new bands I've heard this year. <br /><br />check out some more Dad-rock, foghat glory in their song <a href="http://www.kemado.com/_files/downloadaudio.php?artist=vietnam&file=welcometomyroom.mp3">Welcome To My Room</a>. Before you listen to it you have to either get on a "hog" of some sort or be swinging around one of those oversized wrenches like Joanne here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67rym3eBBrF10Jc9s5RB1xOW-O_XhHt_OBYe_ZbOkTf3e3KMkPPYgzyBqgJefY76QVtfa1GPHYX1M8RDsNDQiAvFQoEoyPVWHf_H1_BGfdNkcxjqG55AOY1it-FOcx-_1dYJnFQ/s1600-h/joanne.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67rym3eBBrF10Jc9s5RB1xOW-O_XhHt_OBYe_ZbOkTf3e3KMkPPYgzyBqgJefY76QVtfa1GPHYX1M8RDsNDQiAvFQoEoyPVWHf_H1_BGfdNkcxjqG55AOY1it-FOcx-_1dYJnFQ/s320/joanne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076015882550664690" /></a><br /><br />You can do it, Joanne.Cap'n Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340418215453421101noreply@blogger.com0